"Best friends" [gandrew] (completed)

Revenge.

Author note: haha got ya. I still have one more chapter in me to give. Maybe. Shall I continue this story? Maybe show some struggles with the gandrew relationship? Let me know.

Shane's POV.

Something in me snapped. After hearing him cry over Alex and then finding out that that bastard could've killed him! No way was he getting out of this alive. Garrett said that he was gone, he must have ran. Hmm. If I were a piece of shit where would I be? A bar? Nah. The club? Hmm. Ooo! I know.

Arby's.

I got in Rylands G and started the engine. I was about to pull out of the drive way when I heard the door open and Morgan and Ryland get in the car. Guess there's gona be some witnesses. I started driving down the road, ignoring speed limits. Ryland gave me directions to the closest Arby's to Alex's house because well I've only been to Arby's when I was suicidal.

"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!" Morgan chanted. I couldn't help but laugh. "Ryland do you still have that air-soft gun in the truck" I asked. The sound of Rylands tiny ass crawling into the truck and his evil giggle confirmed it. We were armed.

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After about an hour of driving in what felt like circles we finally arrived. We all got out of the G. Me with the gun in hand, Ryland with a Starbucks cup, and Morgan with her sunglasses on. At literally 11:30 pm. We looked so badass. And we were about to kick some ass. "Let's take our time, even though Andrew could probably only last 10 minutes" Morgan said putting her sunglasses over her eyes. I nodded in agreement. "Who do you thinks the bottom?"
We all answered in unison.

"Andrew"

We marched into the restaurant like it was a scene from an action movie. And there he was. Sitting in a small booth in the corner. Drinking cheap vodka right out of the bottle. He began to stand up as we approached. He stumbled. Wobbled. And sat back down. "Alright ale-."
Slap!!
Rylands hand made contact with Alex's face. It was such a crisp slap I could cum. Alex's head seemed to spin around. "What the fuck?" He whined and took a swig of liquor. "I had to get that out" I pat Rylands shoulder. "Yea ok" Morgan laughed. "W-where's Garrett" he stuttered. I couldn't help but smirk. He's drunk so why not fuck with his emotions the way he did to Garrett. "He's dead, he died from lack of oxygen after you choked him out. He called me to tell me his last words before he.. passed" It scared me how easily that just slid off my tongue. I guess I just think about Garrett's death a lot.

Alex just crumbled, sad, drunk, sobs burst out of him. It was beautiful. Sweet sweet revenge. I could see it in his eyes when his head fell back through the tears, that he was hurt. Guilty. "What w-were his l-last words" he cried. Am I a bad person. Maybe. Does he deserve it. Fuck. Yea.

"His last words were 'I'm glad to die so I can finally forget I ever met Alex'" the words were sharp like a iron hatchet. The wound was already cut open but I had to sprinkle in some salt. "Oh my god" he yelled crying. It felt so.. rewarding. "But he let me kiss him and he moaned to" his voice was breaking, just like his face was about to be once we were done. "Oh yea, when he was moaning ANDREWS name" Morgan chimed in. I've never been so proud. I opened my mouth to deepen the open wound but suddenly Alex lunged at Morgan.

"BACK OFF YOU RAPIST BITCH" Ryland yelled, swiping the air soft gun away, and shooting Alex in the face. He fell back into the old booth and just wept. Our work there was done.

Author note: ok I'm kinda proud of this. For some reason I do my best writing out of VENGEANCE. Also everyone read my one shot book lol I'm taking requests :) also I love you guys so much ❤️❤️❤️